Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.